A Literary Seduction

Catching sight of it across the room, pushing desks and chairs aside, I circled the stacks slowly, edging closer to the object of my literary desire.

Acting as if I didn’t care, my sleeve brushed invitingly against its spine. Not succumbing to the obvious temptation I turned, casually trailing my fingertips across the leather bindings on the shelf below.

Dizzy with discovery I slipped and fell against the stacks. To my delight, the prized edition I longed for fell before me, opening to reveal its fullest form. “Prose! Prose!” my heart pounded with renewed anticipation.

Rushing to its side I knelt possessively. “Too soon. Too soon.” I whispered into its creamy wanton pages. Resisting the urge to devour its succulent stories, tenderly closing its velvet covered hardness, I held it tightly to my trembling body.

Spying a private corner behind the ferns I made my way to darker recesses. Drawing the magic to my lips, breathing infinite possibilities, I slowly lifted the cover and caressed the fly page. The table of contents undressed its willful intentions as I fingered through the waiting pages of blissful madness. Wetness willed its way down my aching body. I swallowed hard as my mind prepared for an invasion of ecstasy.

Subtle framing grabbed my soft tender throat, as the turbulent dialogue licked me speechless. The plot thickened with fully developed characters. Metaphor wrapped its meaning around my memory, and the rhythm rocked me head to toe, moving in three-four time. I tangoed with luscious adjectives as the verbs drummed a gyrating beat.

Is this the middle or the end? Did I miss the story in the first line, is it coming now, or is it all a fake? “Don’t lead me on.” I cried. “Take me to the edge, take me now!”

The words smiled cunningly. I laughed at my seduction, and made plans to come again.

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Gabriel has written for numerous journals, magazines, newspapers, ezines and websites in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa and has 15 books published in the U.S. His fiction includes The Last Conception; Zen Master Tova Tarantino Toshiba: The Illustrious and Delusional Abbess of Satire; and Buddha's Wife. His non-fiction includes Don't Just Sit There, Do Something! Grief's Wake Up Call; Luscious Chocolate Smoothies: An Irresistible Collection of Healthy Cocoa Delights; The Penis Dialogues: Handle With Care; and Good Grief: Love, Loss & Laughter.